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santanass · 2 years
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i cant BELIEVE i never posted this here
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lyraenyx · 1 year
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4 am, probably
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mendhioficial · 1 year
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Adora’s birthday was yesterday, but unfortunately I couldn't finish this minicomic on time. Anyway, we finally managed to make some fixes (by “we” I mean Catra, Adora and me) and I hope you can enjoy it as much as Adora does. 😁 Happy B-Day my beauty blondie!! 🎂
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catra-come-out · 1 year
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Adora, drunk: And I love Catra's eyes. The way they sparkle in the sunlight. They're so beautiful. SHE is so beautiful
Adora: I love her
Adora: Don't tell her, okay?
Catra, fending off a furious blush: Sure, dummy. I won't tell her.
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spopsalt · 3 months
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The way Catra treats Adora is worse than enemies, even when they are friends (Gaslighting, hitting, pushing her roughly to the ground, leaving her on her deathbed, etc.) Now I understand that they had to fight when they were enemies (Despite Adora offering to come with her multiple times and Catra repeatedly saying no but I digress) but the way she treats her is worse. If you had to fight your friend due to being on different sides, you probably wouldn't insult them, feed on their insecurities, and guilt complex, and brag about how easy they are to manipulate. You would at the very least hold back when you're fighting them which Catra never does. Catra literally just treats her like a tackling dummy, and called her a weapon once so that's fun!
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mandareeboo · 1 year
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Title: And I'll love the world, like I should
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"Adora," she says, no-nonsense. "Marry me."
Bow chokes on his coffee.
Adora, muzzy from sleep, shrugs. "Yeah, alright. It's just a piece of paper."
"No, you dummy. It's gets you more tax money."
"It's about MORE THAN THAT-" Bow tries to salvage, but Adora's eyes are alert and narrowed.
"An alliance?" she murmurs, more to herself. "Fuck yeah, let's make an alliance!"
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I've been meaning to write this thing for a while now, and I finally got the opportunity! Glimmer is the MOH (she teleported closer for the congrats) and Scorpia is Catra's best woman, with Bow standing at the front of the brides men.
Most of my Catadora 'fics are titled after songs, and it felt apt to do so for their wedding.
Commissions Are Open! || Buy me a coffee?
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mars-doodles · 8 months
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status update
1, i've been out because i've been working on comms, and actually i recently had my tablet break so i needed to wait for a new one
2, playing minecraft
3, after being a "fan but haven't watched it yet", i've finally. FINALLY. started watching She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
4, y'all were right. adora is a dummy i love her sm!
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tippenfunkaport · 2 years
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riddle me this, HOW do people look at princess prom and think "ah yes, glimmer crying for 30 minutes straight because bow ditched her for another girl and her seeing them in a flowery vision with sparkles and romantic colors and lightining and then holding his hand and looking at him like a sad puppy is her just missing her platonic friend and not her being a typically lovestruck teenager".
I think this comes down to the same thing where people insist Mermista doesn't really like Sea Hawk or that Catra really thinks Adora is a dummy or any of these other very literal interpretations of the show you see online. It's taking the words spoken on screen at face value and disregarding the way the characters actions contradict them. So they heard Adora ask Glimmer why she cared, Glimmer said it was a friend thing so they didn't stop to consider that maybe, hey, characters don't always say exactly what they mean and all of her other actions say otherwise.
The funny thing is, kids pick up this stuff right away as they watch, they can instantly tell when someone means something other than what they are saying, which makes me wonder if media literacy and narrative subtly are things that internet discourse kind of flattens out of people after being spoon fed too many bad takes by the algorithm.
And, of course, the writers wrote everything as being about friendship because that was literally all they were allowed to do but it doesn't change the fact that, even with the characters saying it's about friendship, it's clear from their actions that Glimmer wasn't only worried about Bow's friendship any more than Scorpia or Adora were only worried about Catra's.
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sunshowerr · 2 years
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You know what's incredibly sexy and what I see often in fics too Adora confiding in Catra, Catra purring, untying her hair before carding her fingers trough them,purring to help her relax, taking care of her when she's stressed, feeding her soup when she's sick watching over her as she sleeps (also making sure the dummy doesn't leave her bed in that weak state) humming Adora a song so she sleeps better,
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elf-kid2 · 2 years
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Shera Fandom Fic-Recs
Here’s some fun recommendations for you! If you enjoy any of them, please make some writers happy and let them know in the Comments!
The Fraternization of the Fiend and the Flibbertigibbet: At his very core, Hordak is a conqueror. He will do whatever is needed in order to win, whether that entails building an empire out of a broken ship, attempting to clone his failing body, or even marrying an Etherian princess to secure advanced weaponry. 
Prisoner: The raid on the Fright Zone was a resounding success. They got Adora back. They got the sword back. Nobody managed to open any reality-destroying portals. And somehow, amid all the chaos, thrown lab equipment, and pieces of ceiling raining down on their heads, they got Hordak. Now Hordak is in the spare room. Hordak. What in the world are they supposed to do with him?
Aftermath: Building a Life for (Dummies) Clones: Horde Prime is dead. Etheria is safe. The clones are free. Now what?
Intimacy Log: Hordak’s body is finally his own. Now he just needs to figure out what he wants to do with it. Thankfully, Entrapta is here to help.
Double Date: Adora and Catra (mostly Adora) invite Hordak and Entrapta to have dinner at their house. Not one of them possesses an ounce of social grace, but somehow, they have a good time anyway.
Tremble Before Her: With both their commanding officers gone, the remnants of Catra's old squad find themselves turning to an unlikely ally: Entrapta.
Love and Blindness: Entrapta knows Hordak's fate isn't decided yet, and she can't keep him safe if he's dragged off to a jail cell to face charges.  So, she spirits him away off the battlefield.  It is a desperate choice, one she knows her friends will not understand.  But she's already lost him once. She can't lose him a second time.
Birth... Or at least, what passes for it among our people: After the Great Disconnect, the Velvet Glove drifts idly in stable Etherian orbit.  Turned into a verdant jungle by She Ra, it exists as both a ship and living vegetation, and it is still home to a small group of Brothers who never came down to the planet's surface. There are many mysteries aboard the Glove, now commonly called the "Velvet Grove" by those who live there.  And one of the greatest mysteries is....what happened to all those cloned Brothers who were silently sleeping and growing in their vitrines?
Care and Habilitation of Your Ex-Horde Clone: In which a well-meaning Etherian woman volunteers to adopt a cloned Brother; and, due to the nature of this Brother's designation, there is a Misunderstanding on what that entails.
Frozen Fervor: In the throne room of Castle Chill,  Entrapta finds herself lonely and disappointed amid a throng of partying aristocrats. Surmisably, an oddball “geek princess”, whose kingdom has not yet joined the Alliance and at the same time engages into active trade with the Fright Zone, garners little acceptance in the “All Princess Ball.” In spite of the Alliance’s demands, a quiet leave-taking might serve as her best option. Meanwhile, a shadowy creature waits for a storm to abate, so he can journey to the arctic regions to court a Princess with whom he has desperately fallen in love, hoping against hope he will not arrive too late…
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owl127 · 1 year
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Request: catra in a trance severely injury the love of her life
Ship: catradora
"911, what’s your emergency?"
Blood dripped from Catra’s claws. Still extended, as if to mock her lack of control. "I—I," Catra struggled to take a deep breath, her lungs suddenly too small. "I don’t think she’s breathing," she confessed brokenly into her phone.
"Ma’am, is this a medical emergency? Can you please tell me your location?"
Wet and stuttered, Adora coughed. Catra gasped, reaching out to touch her chest, but she stopped at the sight of blood.
"Ma’am, can you please tell me your location? Your street name, your house number—anything to get the help you need."
Catra cleared her throat, brushing her tears away. "Yes, yes. Please send someone."
It had been an accident. Catra would never hurt Adora. But that was the dark pit of a panic attack: Catra would lash out into the darkness of her nightmares, screaming and crying and hurting, while oily guilt seized her heart and lungs. She had warned Adora not to get too close. She did, she really did! But Adora, stupid, lovable Adora, had tried to hug her anyway. 
And now she paid the price for loving Catra.
"Ca-cat—" Adora’s trembling lips filled with blood, and she coughed, one arm trembling while she reached for Catra.
"Don’t talk, dummy," Catra said between tears. "Help will be here soon."
"Ca-Catra," Adora managed, her pearly teeth pink with blood. "O-kay." Catra’s tears came back at Adora’s face, which was contorted in pain and pity. "It’s-it’s o-kay." Leave it to Adora to comfort Catra as she bled to death.
She wanted to hold Adora’s hand while they waited, but she felt like she didn’t deserve it.
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nny11writes · 8 months
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WiP Wednesday - Queen Scorpia of the Horde Winner Winner Chicken Dinner from the Poll
There’s a long pause as Scorpia glares at her and Adora glares back which is only broken by Entrapta’s loud slurping.
Aodra’s fine or, whatever, Scorpia just doesn’t like her for reasons unrelated to how Glimmer and Catra are obviously fighting (NOT flirting) and also has nothing to do with feeling bad for enjoying her daily hugs with Perfuma. Adora’s just, ugh, she’s just so her! So so so sosososososososo her!
“...hi?” Adora says.
Oh that is such an Adora thing to do, how annoying! “Can I help you?” Scorpia asks cooly.
“Uhhhh, well, no. Just…saying hi. You know, to be polite?” Adora tries and wilts a little under Scorpia’s impassive glare only to stand rigidly at attention and glare off to Scorpia’s right.
A small hand pats her arm and Catra chuckles, “Relax big girl, Adora’s just being a dummy. She’s good at that.”
“Oh boy,” Bow mutters, grabbing at Adora’s arm to drag her away as she sputters.
Oh. Wow. Catra is being all handsy all the sudden. They are like, basically cuddling and it’s officially the best day of her life and also she can’t really remember why she was annoyed in the first place.
“Oh, okay then. See you two later!” Scorpia smiles and waves enthusiastically.
“Mixed signals.” Entrapta says factually and only smiles widely when Catra hisses. “No shade!”
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nautiscarader · 7 months
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Adora and Catra have a movie night. Catra picks the 1981 film "Heavy Metal". Eating popcorn and watching with rapt attention, the "Taarna" segment begins. Catra asks, "How come your sword-lady outfit isn't as awesome and hot as her's?" Adora blushes. "Catra! I could never go out in public like that! That is way too revealing!" Catra scoffs. "Public? I mean the bedroom, dummy. You're already a warrior in the sack. You could dress the part too. You'd look amazing." Adora blushes brighter.
Gotta say, never watched that movie, and given your passion you put into the prompt, would probably never write anything living up to your expectations
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So, I’m rewatching where I last left off on a re-watch of She-Ra (wanted something I’ve seen before on while doing chores and whoop, not doing the chores).  Watching from “Save the Cat” on...  A few thoughts:   Adora’s voice actor is fantastic.  The way she says “Catra?” broken-hearted, voice cracking is... you feel it.   Hordak’s too... “En-trapt-a?”  Just so... sonorous, intrigued, confused, recognizing something familiar and important.   .... Wrong Hordak, where did you pull that vial of nutrient-rich amniotic fluid from? Is this a “Nothing up my sleeve!” magic trick or is that what clone ports are really for?  Hidden pockets?  KEISTER?!!   You know, coming back to the actual show makes me realize just how off-model fandom can get when we get in our fandom-holes.  Like, when I’ve hung out and read too much fan-opinion in the Entrapdak / Entrapta-stan / Hordak-stan hole, I see a lot on a sliding scale of anti-Catra.  I say sliding scale because not all of the Spacebat-side of the fandom hates her and it honestly used to be better back in the early fandom-days when it seemed like there less fieceness in the drawn-up sides and less passing around of fan-analysis.  Vice-versa, too, and the far end of Catra-bashing I see comes from people who’ve been bothered by people insistent on Hordak-bashing.  And then there’s us darker / “more realistic” fanficcers in general and it’s like... we forget how some of these characters actually operate, I think, and lose the plot.    What I mean is... I think people on the Entrapdak-side of things forget how much Catra contributed to the cause in fighting Prime in the end?  They take her every action as selfish and the narrative as “catering to kitty” when... she has the brilliant idea to use the flashes in her chip to figure out Horde Prime’s plans.  Did we collectively forget about this scene?  Learning the plot was important. Aaaand I’m seeing her reveal a flash-memory of Krytis upon Wrong Hordak doing his dummy-blab - also vital to the mission!  A lot of people didn’t think she did enough to “earn” a redemption, but she was there at key points and had an epiphany about the importance of other people and that she actually does care.   Those of us who are Hordak-fans don’t expect more than an epiphany from Hordak, which is what he got in the end in an independence-assertion way, so I am wondering why some of my fellow Hordak-stans demand magnitudes greater from Catra when I’m watching the actual show and I do see a good start of that.   Anyone who thinks that Etheria is going to be hard on the clones or should is completely ignoring how Micah went out of his way to peacefully immobilized the chipped people in Elberon, pleading for them because they’re innocent and just mind-controlled.  Yes, he said “innocent Etherians” so one could argue that there’s a respect for one’s own people that might not extend to clones, but I think it will.  I think it will be very obvious to them all that the clones were mind-controlled slaves, too, and will ultimately hold them innocent, regardless of what they did in the past under Prime.  I am not so sure about Hordak, given that he was an independent clone for a long time and clearly had a free will after some point, although I do think his indoctrination will be considered.  The clones, though... yeah, I think they’ll be helped.  Even the ones who have a lot of bruises from being kicked around when it was necessary.   Seamista - ah, that’ll be quite a ship going forward, for Mermista and Sea Hawk share important interests!  Dodging exes and ARSON!   I must give Wrong Hordak a hug now. Got the part where he’s crying over learning his life was a lie.  Poor man.  Bow sure likes cute things. 
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sandydesertdays · 2 years
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Fill my Lungs with Sweetness (I’ll fill my head with You)
A short Catradora fluff fanfic about Catra waking up and remembering her new life. Title comes from The Paper Kites “Bloom.” Listen to the song while reading for maximum fluffiness. In the words of the great Charles Dickens, “I know writers who proof read and they’re all cowards.”
There was a split second, Catra would come to realize, in awakening, where Catra found herself lost in a post slumber daze. She found herself lost in a mesmerizing mist of warmth, a haze of feelings both physical and mental. Not living, just being. And then she saw her-All Golden blond hair and sky blue eyes, obscured by her sealed eyelids. Adora. Her best friend. Her Wife. the word alone makes her heart flutter. To think That the woman she had slashed, accosted, bruised would one day not only forgive her, but would one day welcome Catra into her arms, was a thought that made Catra bury smiles into her pillow, though she’d ever admit it. There were slight nanoseconds between slumber and Counsciousmness where Catra would forget who she was, where she was. But as this morning haze subsides, and Catra’s hetorochromic eyes fall on her wife, carelessly sleep against her, a gentle happiness envelopes her. She remembers nights alone, lying in the dank, grimey cellar of a barracks, trying not to cry, trying not to Admit her lonelines. There was a part of her that thought she would never find that affection ador once gave her, that her best friend had been vanquished forever by her own arrogance, her own selfishness. But with every gentle circle rubbed into Catra’s back, every small kiss Adira loved planting on her nose, it whispered tiny words, sweet nothings into her ears-“Shhh… I forgive you. . I’m here. I’ll Always be here.”When Catra wakes up, remembers who she is, where she is, her heart flutter and her ears twitch. She remembers the love Catra once thought she’d lost, now abundant in the way Adora would kiss catra’s neck as catras laugh would ring out. She remembers a futile love, lost seemingly by Catra’s own stubbornness , now surrounding her, in the way Adora would hold her hand beneath the table in meetings, or how Adora would bring her back flowers from her missions, and Catra would call her a dork and Pretend to hate them but secretly She kept a stash of them that Adora pretended not to know about,. It’s Catra’s favorite part of the day, waking up and remembering that she was here, , nuzzled against her dumb, dorky, beautiful wife. the light from the windows bathe both in a luminescent shower of light and the warmth serenades her fur .Catra grins, a gentle grin. She places A small kiss on Adora’s nose. Adora’s eyes shutter awake, her mouth contorting into a sloppy grin. “Morning, Dummy.” These were the first seconds of her morning, mentally recapping days of agonizing longing, a passionate kiss at the end of the world, and mornings tangled with her best friends. Yes, that was the best feeling, remembering the love that surrounded her all the time now. The second best feeling? The dopey smile that would fall to Adora’s face the same moment, and Catra knows Adora is remembering too.
Thanks for Reading! This is one of my first times writing fanfic and my first posting it to the interwebs so let me know what works and what doesn’t.
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sometipsygnostalgic · 2 years
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FranticFic ficlets
Hey all, we played FranticFic yesterday and made a bunch of silly oneshots! I’m going to be posting my favourites, at least from the ones I worked on. 
TITLE: oh my god what the fuck FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: catr a, ador a WRITERS: omnical, eli, tipsy RATED ALL AGES
omnical: 
Adora looked at her kingdom listlessly, and fell to her knees. There was nothing for her now. No hope. No happiness. Nothing left for her but pain and being abandoned - nay - betrayed by her best friend. "Catra... how... how could you?" "Oh. My god." Came her betrayer's voice from behind her. "I just ate the last damn donut. I was hungry!" "I was hungry!" Adora stood up from the floor and faced her, eyes full of tears. "I was the hungriest of the two of us. But you.. betrayed me...." --------------------
Eli: 
"How could you, Catra?! I loved you!"
"Wh-wait what??"
"I loved you with all my heart and you hurt me like this!" Adora theatrically turned around towards the door and stalked off.
"Adora?!"
"No!" Adora held her hand up to shush Catra. "I can't even look at you right now..." but she did, she took one last look at Catra. "I'm to h-sad to look at you!" she tormed out of the room, and out of the apartment door.
Catra walked after her, and stood in the doorway watching Adora descend the stairs. "Adora, h-sad isn't even a thing!"
"Is so! It's being so hungry you're sad!" Adora barked over her shoulder. "I'm going to McDonalds! And I'm not getting anything for you this time!" she shoved the bike helmet on. --------------------
Tipsy: 
Adora sniffled as she cycled past the series of shops. Then she  smelled a DELICIOUS scent coming from a nearby bakery!  She went inside.  
"Ooooh, chocolate flake cake!", she said out loud. "That's Catra's FAVOURITE!!!" She reached into her pocket for money, but remembered the sting of betrayal. "But,... why do I still want to make her happy...." Tears welled up in Adora's eyes as she was stuck by indecision.  
Then she heard the bell open and someone else walked through the door.  
"....A-Adora??"  
It was Catra, face streaked with tears and eyes puffy.  
"Catra!!! Why are you here?!!!", yelled the betrayed Adora. "Are you here to steal MORE cakes from the citizens of Etheria???"  
"No," cried out Catra, "I'm here to get a platter for YOU!!!"  
Adora gasped.
"I- I don't know how to make it up to you, Adora!!", cried Catra.  "It was so delicious and I had the nibbles but I'll buy you 50 nibbles if you just STAY!!"  
Adora started bawling and hugged Catra. "I NEVER WANTED TO LEAVE YOU, YOU DUMMY!!! I'M SORRY FOR MAKING YOU FEEL LIKE YOU DIDNT MATTER!"  
As they cried the staff watched....
Fanfic created with #FranticFanfic.
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